If you have a pesky little blank post-it note saving your spot in a book,
or if you tore the corner from a magazine when you were last finished reading,
or if you dog-ear pages to find your place, not because the page means anything,
then I challenge you to choose something new. Choose a bookmark.
My personal favorite is a photo. I think there is no better greeting (as if opening the book isn’t greeting enough!) than a smiling face or happy memory with someone you love. Or once loved. Or hope to love.
But if you are a die-hard advocate for acid-free photo care, then I have other choices to offer you.
The sleeve from your Starbucks cup. (Especially if it’s decorated with a phrase that inspires you.)
A doodle on a 3×5 card.
A quote on a 3×5 card.
A note on a 3×5 card.
(I believe on the eighth day, God invented 3×5 cards.)
A punch card from a favorite spot. I have one from a coffee shop I visited on a weekend in Portland. A souvenir, tucked right into the pages of one of my favorite reads.
Movie ticket stubs.
A postcard, sent or unsent.
I feel so strongly about bookmarks that I utilize too many at a time. I open my book and little bits of paraphernalia flutter to the ground. So I pick them up and remember why I chose them in the first place.
Pick something that matters. Bookmarks do.